Ideals We Do Not Make. We Discover,

Faith Is Mind At Its Best, Its Bravest, And Its Fiercest. Faith Is Thought Become Poetry, And Absorbing Into Itself The Soul's Great, Passions. Faith Is Intellect Carried Up To Its Transfigurement.

Human Success Is A Quotation From Overhead.

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.

Sympathy Is Two Hearts Tugging At One Load.

So Far From Genius Discarding Law, Rather Is It The Supreme Joy Of Genius To Re-enact The Eternal And Unwritten Law In The Chamber Of Its Own Intel-lect.